STORY OF THE OLD SHOE

I was once a new shoe

Very new

I smelt new, felt new

I stayed on the rack

Smiled all day, I was happy

Everyone admired me

I always thought I was made for the rack because I loved the light

The spot light

I loved the sunshine that sipped through the window

It bounced off my shiny black body

But once I was bought

I was taken off the shelf

I had an owner

It was romance at first

I was kept for Christmas

But.. it didn’t last

My wrinkles showed the curves and gait

The positive habits of my owner

And very soon..

The more comfortable my owner got

The older I grew

So my friend, I have known sweat and slur

I have seen the best and the worst of days

I have become shaped like my owners feet

I have walked briskly when my owner hurried

Walked slowly too

Waited, danced

I have picked a few pebbles

Been kicked against the wall

I have entered palaces and public places

I have taken the hit

Pierced severally by nails and shrapnel

I have been tossed after a long day’s walk

And polished to face another day of work

But I have learnt to be happy

I have learnt to be content

I have learnt to be grateful